Mark Twain once wrote, “There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy’s life that he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.”  That was no more true than tonight as we were preparing for our Memorial Day trip to Western New York.

It’s not a secret that traveling is sometimes a challenging task in the Austin household.  Poor Jenn has to spend most of her time making sure that I’ve packed enough underwear for Ryan, or enough socks for myself.  Did we forget medicine?  Did we forget our wallets? Did we forget our dog?  Did we forget where we were going?  All of this can make us very late.  So, as we were preparing, Jenn sent Ryan and I outside so we could get out of her hair as we made the final push to get ready.  So, what to do with our few minutes of freedom before a three hour drive?

Ryan nearly immediately found the answer to the question of how to spend our minutes of freedom.  Nothing better than sitting down in the middle of the driveway and chasing ants through their homes.  It was eventful though a bit disgusting at times, especially when entire ant colonies were hanging from the hands of our little excavator.  We’ll say a prayer tonight for the homes of our little neighbors and the lives lost in the battle with The Drooly Monster.  Their lives didn’t go in vain, they served to remind us that Mark Twain thinks we’re doing a great job at parenting.